Weaving lives, whole cloth:

Pulling sturdy threads

Stitched through the tapestry

Of profanity-laced vulgarity

That decorates morning, noon, night.

Knitting snippets of genuineness

Slipped unaware, amidst blustering bravado,

Scattered school-girl silliness, hilarious hijinx.

Crocheting clues of heartache, betrayal, regret

Hidden amongst feigned nonchalance

Casually thrown in with hands of cards

Embroidering women in contexts real

Replacing carefully constructed facades,

Crafted caricatures, prison personas.

Cutting away cheap flimsy costumes,

She snips, pins, sews

Creates complex, textured realities

To people her strange new world.

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